After hearing what the elf named Ina said, coupled with the Jiralhanae clamoring for death, and the scene in front of him, Leon made a quick decision, opened the communication and said to Brea:
"Aya, inform all ministries to suspend the encirclement and suppression of the Jiralhanae tribe. Also, an out-of-control humanoid alien was found at our location and we need more support to help control or eliminate it."
Leon said at the same time.
The lieutenant also ordered: "Expand your formation! Be vigilant!"
"yes!"
The squad quickly dispersed, keeping their distance and forming a semicircular formation, aiming their guns at the three elves, while the two Cyclops were still at the front.
Without Leon's deliberate orders, ten emergency response teams also joined the formation.
at this time.
The elder elf dissipated the beam of light, controlled its body to land smoothly on the ground, and then looked around with eyes filled with blue light.
Finally, it set its sights on Lyon and the others, and said with a smile in an echo-like accent:
"Human beings, the race that originally prayed for mercy and blessing from the gods, can still walk out of the earth without the care of the gods..."
After saying that, it looked at the four elites and commented: "It also started to keep pets. Well, it deserves praise..."
!!
Seeing the uncharacteristic words spoken by the elder elf, Ina and another compatriot who unfolded the psychic shield knew that the most knowledgeable and powerful elder among the six "people" had been killed by the devil...
Completely replaced by the evil god Pallas.
Pallas, who was occupying the body of the older elf, turned slightly sideways, raised his right hand, pointed his palm at Ina and the others, and released psychic lightning without any hesitation or saying anything.
"Crack!" With a sound, the psychic shield was broken.
"puff!"
The nameless elf who was maintaining the shield vomited blood, and his body was uncontrollably blown away by the blow. He fell in a standard parabola more than ten meters away and fell to the ground unable to move.
Ina was also implicated and was also shot away.
But its fate was a little better than its nameless compatriots. At least it could still show the painful struggle on its face, and looked at the front line formed by humans, trying its best to remind:
"Run...run..."
run?
Although the lieutenant and a group of UNSC soldiers did not know what demons and different spaces were, since they saw Pallas launching an attack, the lieutenant shouted:
"Get rid of this bastard!"
"Huha!" All the soldiers responded in unison.
"Before support arrives, assist UNSC in getting rid of the out-of-control guy." Leon also gave the same order.
"Yes." The emergency response team replied calmly.
"Ta-ta-ta-ta!"
What followed was a barrage of gunfire.
But the result is obvious, all kinds of warheads are unable to cause substantial damage to this evil god.
Pallas doesn't even need to deploy a psychic shield visible to the naked eye to block and dissipate all attacks coming towards it "out of thin air".
"After thousands of years, human beings still haven't gotten rid of their bad habit of resisting God..."
Ignoring all the attacks, Pallas sighed, turned his attention away from the two seriously injured and dying elves, and turned to face the team that was gradually surrounding it...
"Crack!"
Accompanied by several harsh metallic whines, the two Cyclops responsible for firepower output were distorted and deformed by unobservable spiritual energy in the blink of an eye.
Just like a piece of A4 paper being crushed into a ball by hands, the two Cyclops were also crushed into two metal balls by the psychic energy released by Pallas.
"Pfft!"
The blood of the two pilots spurted out from the gap.
Then, Pallas casually waved his left hand and released a vague "air wave" towards a group of UNSC soldiers.
"Bang~! Bang~!"
The energy shields generated by the individual soldiers' equipment were like bubbles generated by soap foam, breaking and falling one after another, and the soldiers were immediately blown away and cut by this "air wave".
"Bah! Bah!"
In an instant, stumps and broken arms flew across the sky, and a cloud of blood mist and blood rain rose up. The blood that fell on the ground would seep into the dry and cracked soil.
After Pallas showed his complete crushing strength, all the UNSCs couldn't help but feel frightened.
How to fight this?
Before carrying out the mission, they knew that they would assist Umbrella's agents in dealing with difficult targets, but how did they know that they would encounter a guy who could not be physically contacted and whose attack methods could not capture him?
"This is the consequences of resisting God, tremble mortals..." Pallas spread his arms, showing a look of contempt for all living beings.
Finished with emotion.
Pallas no longer slaughtered many people at once, but instead made clenched fist movements with his right hand, "squeezing" the stunned UNSC soldiers to death one by one, enjoying the killing and unparalleled pleasure.
Leon and the members of the emergency team were not surprised or doubtful about the psychological process of life, and they still attacked Pallas in an orderly manner.
Moreover, Lyon also took out a "Full Moon" grenade, quickly left the team to the right, pulled the ring, released the safety, threw it towards Pallas, and said to Brea:
"The information has been corrected. It's not a mid-level demon, but a high-level demon. Also, please urge support to arrive as soon as possible, otherwise we won't be able to keep that demon alone."
"Boom!" sounded.
Before Leon heard Brea's reply, he heard the explosion of the "Full Moon" grenade.
However, the invisible barrier that Pallas continued to generate still blocked the impact of the explosion.
"Hey...~!"
However, the full moon water sprayed by the grenade explosion was corroding the barrier and emitting a thick "white mist".
Although it still did not cause substantial damage to Pallas, it successfully stopped it from slaughtering the soldiers and also diverted its attention to Leon.
"Water of the full moon? Ah...it seems she is awake, haha."
Pallas looked at Lyon, who was conducting a guerrilla attack on it and preparing to throw the full moon grenade again, and couldn't help showing a trace of nostalgia.
"Made...!"
At this time, the lieutenant, who had lost half of his men, pointed the commander's Gauss rifle at Palles' back. Regardless of the remaining ammunition and accuracy, he pulled the trigger and shouted angrily:
"God, you, the God of Male Gobi! Give me empty ammunition and avenge your dead brothers!"
"yes!"
Facing the situation of being absolutely crushed and facing death, the remaining soldiers, led by the lieutenant, aroused anger.
But it's a pity.
Pallas, who had his back turned to them, did not even move this time before releasing spiritual energy that no one could contend with.
A gap that cannot be blinked.
Everyone, including Leon and the emergency team, were either "slapped" away by psychic waves, their personal shields failed, their bodies were severely damaged, and they fell unconscious in the distance, or they were randomly cut by sharp-edged waves, their limbs, and necks.
Partially broken.
Even Leon, the legendary agent, was "whipped" away by psychic energy before he could pull off the grenade ring. The mechanical skeleton fell apart and lay on the ground with his head up.
"Pooh…"
He turned his head and spit out the "sweet" blood that poured into his mouth, and tried to struggle to get up, but his body did not cooperate.
"Human beings are always so interesting." Palles looked around and said to himself: Lyon and the others, who suffered heavy casualties.
"Knowing that it is a certain death and facing the crushing force of absolute strength, yet I always naively think that I can overthrow and defeat.
Now, it is up to me, Pallas, the goddess of war and wisdom, to correct your ridiculous bad habits."
"God...what's so great..." Leon said disdainfully.
"Heh." Pallas smiled contemptuously, looked at Leon who was unable to move again, and asked:
"Human, your courage is commendable, but you were deceived by the man who claimed to be the chairman. Since human beings were born, they have to respect the gods, not to stand side by side with the gods."
"Honor God?"
Leon, who had a messy hairstyle, tried his best to support his upper body with both hands, looked directly into Pallas's pupilless eyes, grinned and said:
"Then kneel down and sing..."Hello Dad", and maybe I'll pray to you. How about this suggestion...?"
As Leon said this, he inadvertently stretched his right hand towards his lower back.
However, Pallas was not irritated by Lyon's provocation, and only saw the index finger and thumb of its left hand making a slight pinching motion.
Immediately afterwards, there was a heartbreaking "click!" sound of fractures.
"ah…!"
Sensing the heartbreaking pain, Leon's face suddenly turned pale, and he couldn't help but roar loudly in pain.
Behind him.
The right forearm has been twisted and deformed, and the bones are protruding, so that the right hand cannot use any strength at all, causing the sealed container it is holding to roll down, and the water of the full moon continuously spills out from the opened lid.
"It's a simple way to provoke a general, but I appreciate you even more." Pallas, who had seen through everything, said with interest.
As it spoke, it walked closer to Leon, and used its spiritual power to clamp Leon's neck and forcibly lift him up from the ground.
He continued: "I can see that you are disgusted with the word God. Come on, tell me in detail how the chairman of the board bewitched..."
"Crack!"
Suddenly, a weak psychic lightning struck Pallas's invisible barrier.
The words were interrupted, causing Pallas to look sullen and turned to look at the source of the lightning.
Seeing that it was the nameless elf who was half dead and had deployed his psychic shield, Pallas raised his left hand, spread his palm, and said in a deep voice with a hint of displeasure in his tone:
"How can an inferior race like you interrupt the conversation between gods and humans?"
The voice fell.
A more violent psychic lightning followed a "z" shape, zigzagging towards the nameless elf.
"Crack!"
"ah…!!"
Suffering the stinging and burning all over his body, the nameless elf screamed in agony.
!!??
However, Pallas seemed to sense something, and quickly stopped releasing lightning, and gave Leon freedom, turning around to face the open space on the other side.
"Boom! Boom!" several times.
Eleven blue space distortions appeared above the open space, and then the dazzling light burst out and disappeared in an instant.
What replaced the space distortion were eleven warrior guards wearing the Spartan Legion's exclusive Terminators.
The one standing at the front, wearing a golden olive branch crown on his helmet, was none other than Jerome who had led the order to Pulton.
Use the terminator to complete the teleportation.
Jerome waved his hands, releasing an energy wrist knife that was nearly one and a half meters long and emitting red energy. Without a war cry or any unnecessary words, he rushed towards Pallas.
"Dang! Dang!"
"Ri~咻!"
The other ten brothers did the same, remaining silent, raising their twin bolters and large-caliber shoulder cannons, aiming at Pallas and launching a concentrated fire attack.
Although the invisible barrier successfully resisted the attack, the thick smoke generated by the explosion also hindered Pallas's vision, providing cover for Jerome who was about to rush in front of Pallas.
The moment of approach.
Jerome raised his left hand high and slashed downwards, and waved his right hand inwards, trying to block Pallas's retreat.
"Buzz~!"
The two energy wrist knives roared into the wind at a speed that ordinary people could not catch.
But this self-proclaimed goddess of war and wisdom, relying solely on the body of the older elf, was able to keep up with Jerome's attack rhythm.
It leaned back, lifted its legs off the ground, and turned sideways in mid-air to avoid the attack. Then it lightly stepped on Jerome's arm armor with both feet, using the force to launch itself away, and finally did a backflip with a light and steady pace.
fell to the ground.
The whole process was very fast, almost a blur, and Jerome and Pallas pulled away.
See this.
No need to be reminded, the warriors quickly dispersed to complete the encirclement formation, and separated two brothers holding power spears, preparing to kill Pallas with Jerome.
Compared to single combat, the Warriors and all Spartans focus more on cooperation.
Jerome, who had reached the peak of his physical skills, continued to "bite him to death", two brothers provided assistance, and other brothers suppressed fire, leaving Pallas no chance to unleash a large-scale psychic attack.
This time, Pallas, who was light and strong, could no longer deal with it as calmly as before, and was almost cut in half or chopped in half.
finally.
Pallas, who barely dodged a blow, wanted to repeat his old trick and use his strength to escape from the siege, but the energy wrist knife in Jerome's right hand had already approached its waist.
Seeing this, Pallas immediately abandoned the body of the older elf before the wrist knife made substantial contact with it.
"Bah!" A voice came out.
The extremely high-temperature blade made a smooth cut in half, directly dividing it into two pieces.
After losing the possession of Pallas, the old elf's eyes returned to normal, but the eyeballs rolled up, and blood similar to humans continued to gush out of its mouth, indicating that it could no longer die.
In fact, the moment Pallas took over its body, the result was "death" on both the soul and physical levels.
“Performed very well.”
At this time, Pallas, who had never suffered any loss from beginning to end, commented in the ears of Jerome and the brothers:
"He is ruthless and arrogant in strength. He is a warrior worthy of a god. I like him very much... no, I should say I like him too much.
It's a pity that the body of that inferior race cannot be disabled, otherwise, I can still play with you for a while, hahaha~!"
Having said this.
All I could hear was Pallas's laughter, until it completely dissipated and the surroundings returned to silence.
Jerome ignored the very tempting words, turned around and scanned a circle of UNSC and emergency teams that suffered heavy casualties, contacted Byron, who was still in command in low-Earth orbit, and asked her to dispatch the ship's technicians and medical team to the scene.
.
"This is not a small role..." Leon, lying on the ground with his head up, muttered to himself.
In the past, most of the people hunted by their supervisory department were low- and mid-level demons, and that Pallas was far better than anyone on record.
Even if he doesn't judge based on experience, Leon firmly believes that Pallas is definitely a high-level demon.